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angelicyoongie · 4 years ago

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the crimson shell (llll)

— pairing: jungkook x f!reader — genre: mermaid au, yandere au — w.c: 4.6k — warnings: explicit sexual content! heavy dub-con touching/intercourse, forced breeding, oviposition, mentions of death/violence, general yandere themes — notes: ah, here we finally are, the last part/finale to the story! please keep the warnings in mind, and don’t read this chapter if you’re uncomfortable with anything stated above!

Part I / II / III / IIII

You’re not sure how long you’ve been here. After the second week of just blankly staring at the never changing cave walls surrounding you, you figured there was no point in keeping track of it. What good does it do you anyway? It’s not like counting the days will miraculously get you out of here. While you might not know the number, you do know that it’s been far too many. Your skin has grown pale and gaunt from the lack of sunshine and warmth you’re so used to, and the diet of raw fish hasn’t exactly been very kind to you. The cave is tall enough for you to stand up in comfortably, so at least your circulation isn’t completely shot, but you honestly lack the energy to stay on your feet for too long. Escaping, even just back up to the island, is your only chance at survival. You don’t think you’re going to last very long down here. It’s already gotten to the point where you’ve begun looking forward to Jungkook’s short daily visits, even just the sight of something almost human enough to keep you sane.

You let out a heavy sigh, the noise echoing around the cave as you lean back against the stone wall. Over the last couple of days, the creature has begun to bring you little treasures alongside with your food. You’re not exactly sure why, but it’s nice to have something to do – even if it’s just tracing the patterns on the lockets and pendants over and over. You run your fingers over the small pile of golden jewelry by your side, trying your best to keep your thoughts away from the people it must have belonged to. Jimin might have managed to get away, but you doubt the rest of them did. Two of the pendants in your pile belonged to the crew Jimin brought with him, and you suspect that if you give Jungkook a few more days, he’ll bring you the remaining three. As if you summoned him with your straying thoughts, a small splash in the water alerts you of the creature’s arrival. You turn your head just in time to see Jungkook hoisting himself up on the ledge, another fish and a new pendant dropped at your feet. You silently scoot closer to the edge, offering up your hand to the creature’s expectant red eyes. Jungkook nuzzles into your hand with a happy thrill, rubbing his cheek along your palm. You suppress a shudder at the sound, ignoring the soft skin underneath your fingertips as you stare at the headless fish at your feet. Sometimes you wish you could share the same fate as your food.

You let Jungkook cuddle your hand for as long as he wants, knowing that denying him will only make things worse for yourself. If you look past the sharp claws and teeth, Jungkook is hardly anything more than an oversized puppy. He seems to crave constant affection and confirmation that he’s done good when he brings you food or treasures. You think you might would have found it sweet if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s keeping you trapped here – and that he’s a monster. There’s nothing sweet or innocent about the creature in front of you. You let out a small breath of relief as Jungkook drops your hand, but he doesn’t immediately sink back down in the water as he normally does. You watch in confusion as he pushes the fish closer, the gold chain around it rattling as it drags against the stone. You hesitantly pick it up, praying that Jungkook isn’t going to stay here and watch you eat it. The raw fish already makes you nauseous, and there’s no way you’ll be able to stomach eating it with an audience. Especially one that likes to punish you when you do something he doesn’t like. Call you crazy, but you don’t think gagging at the food he brings you will make him very happy.

You slowly unwrap the chain, putting the fish back down to turn over the locket in your hands. You suck in a harsh breath at the familiar design at the front, the intricate carved flowers making bile rise in your throat. You had this made for Jimin years ago, back when you were still best friends. You two stayed friendly even after you started drifting apart, but you figured he would’ve gotten rid of the locket by now. You can’t believe he kept it all this time. That he still wore it. Your hands shake as you gently pull on the clasp on the side, a strained sound leaving your lips as you flip it open. A picture of you and Jimin smiles back at you, your faces bright and carefree. Jimin has an arm slung around your shoulders, his eyes closed into little crescent moons from how hard he’s grinning at the camera. The pure happiness in the photo makes your heart clench. Despite knowing Jimin was the one who lead you here, you find yourself desperately missing him for a split second before you can catch yourself. God, maybe if you accepted that marriage proposal from the baker’s sleazy son last year you would’ve at least been safe. Home.

You’re yanked out of your thoughts as Jungkook tugs you closer to the ledge, a clawed hand quickly snatching the locket out of your grasp. He lets out a series of chirping noises as his red eyes drag from the locket to you, and Jungkook taps your smiling face in the photo before he does the same to your leg. You stare in bewilderment as the creature drops the locket back in your hands, his lips stretched into a nightmarish version of a smile before he lowers himself down in the water. You swear your heart stops the moment you see the rows of teeth lining his mouth, and it refuses to work again until Jungkook is fully submerged and swimming away. You hastily scoot back from the edge, the locket clutched tightly in your hand. A bitter smile graces your lips as it dawns on you that you’ve figured out how Jimin traded your life for his. The picture. While you can’t be sure of exactly how he managed to communicate with Jungkook, you’re sure that being stranded here for six months must’ve been more than enough time to figure out a way to converse without using actual words. With Jimin as living proof in front of him, the creature must’ve understood that it meant that you were real too. And that if he had managed to get Jimin, then there would be a way to get to you. It was probably easier for Jimin to trade your life for his when he had something tangible to show Jungkook, when he had proof in his hands that you were out there too. A part of you hopes that maybe Jimin tried to convince Jungkook to change his mind, to take someone else instead, but you have a feeling that even if he did, the creature wouldn’t have budged. From the time you’ve spent on the island it has become very clear that Jungkook is stubborn and used to getting what he wants – but you suppose that’s only natural for a creature like him. How can something tell you no when it has already been eaten?

Of course, Jimin had no way to be sure that you would set sail for Jungkook’s island. But, while there was no guarantee you would risk travelling that far, your old friend knew how desperate you were for money, and the lengths you were willing to go to keep your family afloat. You suppose he knew how easy it would be to trick you as long as there was a bit of gold involved, and Jimin was dripping in it when he came back. You just hope he at least had the decency to spare your family a gold ring or two after you left, considering he sacrificed you to go free. You toss the locket aside, not really caring where it ends up as long as it’s far away from you. You force yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying your best to quell the anger burning through your veins. Being mad at Jimin won’t do you any good while you’re stuck down here, so you allow yourself to whisper out a string of curses at the man before you lock away the heavy feeling of betrayal deep into your chest. Seeing Jimin’s smiling face has reignited your dwindling spirit, and you decide that you will get out of here, even if it is just to hunt Jimin down.

The next time Jungkook comes back to visit you, there are no more treasures. Instead, your eyes widen in surprise as the creature gently places a familiar shell and pearl down by your feet, next to your twitching meal. You’re certain you left them near your bonfire higher up on the beach, but judging by the scratches and roughed up skin on Jungkook’s arms, it seems like the creature probably dragged himself all the way up there to get them. You feel your throat run dry at the thought, at the fact that you weren’t even as safe on land as you had first believed. If Jungkook was willing to bring himself up on land to get them, then you’re sure they must mean something important. It can’t be a coincidence that both the shell and the pearl have the same deep red colour as Jungkook’s tail and eyes, and come to think of it, didn’t your luck begin to turn after you picked up it that evening before you left?

Jungkook lets out a chirp as you pick up the shell, the creature leaning forward to rub his head against the back of your occupied hand. You eye him warily as your mind races through what has happened ever since you left home. You really, truly, hope that you’re wrong, but based on how everything started after you picked up the shell and how the creature acts – how he provides for you, how offended he acts when you push him away and how affectionate he is, you fear you might have accidentally accepted a courting offer. You’ve seen similar patterns in animals before, and while you’re not entirely sure what Jungkook really is, you think it’s safe to assume that the same thing might apply for him too. What you can’t really wrap your mind around is why he waited so long. It took weeks before you left after Jimin returned, and you were down by the beach every night. The unexplainable fear you felt was probably something deep inside of you that recognized that you were being watched by a predator – by him – but you didn’t know enough to connect the dots. Jungkook had many chances to grab you, but he didn’t. Not until you accepted his shell. Convenience maybe? That this whole trade was easier if he made you come to him? Or maybe some weird kind of custom his kind has? He is half human, after all. But you can’t be sure. If anything, Jimin could’ve at least had the decency to teach you how to converse with him if he was going to throw you to the sharks, or rather, Jungkook. Either way, you’re sure Jungkook would’ve eventually found a way to get to you even if you didn’t leave on that boat.

You’re shaken out of your thoughts when the feeling of soft skin leaves the back of your hand. The clicks falling from Jungkook’s lips are uncharacteristically soft as he pulls himself up on the ledge, those deep red eyes trained on yours as he tugs you closer. It only takes one hard yank before you find yourself caged in underneath Jungkook’s arms again, legs on either side of his waist. Your pulse quickens as you’re reminded of what happened the last time – you’re not exactly eager to pass out again from being smothered by his weight.

You feel like you shouldn’t be surprised that Jungkook manages to carry his entire weight on one arm, while the other begins to roam across your body. After all, he did drag himself up on land and back, and the part you had on top of you last time was hardly anything. The weight of his entire tail must be extremely heavy out of water. You know the creature doesn’t like it when you don’t pay him attention, so you let your eyes rest on his collarbones, watching as a few drops of water run down his skin. Keeping eye contact is too intimidating, those deep red irises makes it feel like you’re staring right into the depths of hell.

You dig your fingers into your thighs as Jungkook’s hand dips under the torn fabric of your shirt, the unusual texture of the web between his fingers making you squirm uncomfortably as it drags over your skin. You’re very aware of the sharp claws hovering above your delicate stomach as he explores, but at least the creature knows to not let them touch. Jungkook’s hand trails over your sides, your stomach, all the way up to the underside of your breasts. You swallow thickly as a knuckle brushes against the soft flesh, Jungkook’s motion suddenly stilling at the contact. You’ve always managed to push him off before he’s gone any further, but you can feel the shift in the creature’s mood today. You know he’s not going to take no for an answer. But, that still didn’t prepare you for the sudden gush of wind brushing across your exposed chest, your shirt split clean in two with the help of Jungkook’s claws. Before you can scramble to cover up, Jungkook lets out an excited chirp, his hand quickly moving back to your chest. Your mind goes blank as he places his palm over one of your breasts, experimentally squeezing and massaging it as he watches you curiously. You grit your teeth as Jungkook plays with it, ignoring the little tingle of heat in your stomach whenever he does something your traitorous body likes.

You try to convince yourself that Jungkook is probably just excited to see parts of a human body he hasn’t seen before, that he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. Your breath hitches as the webbed texture between Jungkook’s fingers glide over your nipples, a soft moan falling from your lips before you can stop yourself. The noise only seems to spur him on more, Jungkook repeating the motion to hear the sound again. A harsh squeeze on your breast forces out another moan, your hands flying to Jungkook’s chest. Your fingers twitch against his skin, your head telling you to push him away, while the building heat in your stomach and the growing wetness between your legs wants him close to finish what he’s started. You settle for digging your hands into his skin, grounding yourself in his body, knowing that pushing him away won’t do you any good. Jungkook lets out a happy thrill at your touch, lowering himself closer to your body as his hand moves from one breast to the other. You can feel his eyes burning into your skin, your body growing warmer and warmer under his intense gaze. There’s too many sensations at once – cold water dripping against your overheating skin, Jungkook’s long hair tickling your face, the soft and rough skin of his hand squeezing and moving across your flesh. Your eyes glide shut before you can stop yourself, forgetting your own rule of never letting Jungkook out of your sight. It’s just .. too much. Your body doesn’t know whether to hate the attention or love it, your chest tight with disgust while your stomach swirls with pleasure. At least with your eyes shut, and as long as your hands stay on his chest, he feels human. Human enough to make this whole thing a little less horrible.

Your legs tense as you feel more of Jungkook’s weight against your body, his hips pressing down more firmly against yours. You don’t pay it too much attention at first, too occupied by the hand on your chest. At least, that’s until you feel his hips begin to slowly move back and fourth, grinding against your clothed core. Your eyes fly open at the sudden friction, head spinning as your walls clench with need. You’re sure the flimsy material of your trousers must be soaked by now, and the realization that this creature is the reason behind it makes your cheeks flush red with mortification. You stifle a gasp as Jungkook pinches your sensitive nipple between two fingers, another happy thrill filling the cave as he rolls his hips harder against your mound. You can feel the heat in your lower stomach building rapidly, the coil almost ready to snap when Jungkook suddenly stills. You push down the needy whine in your throat as Jungkook removes his hand from your body, the creature pulling himself up further on the ledge.

Your confusion dies as your eyes travel down a little further past his hips, the arousal you felt quickly washed away by terror as you notice a slit in his tail, and something extending out of it. You nearly choke on your own spit as it finally clicks, trying your best to scramble out from beneath Jungkook’s hold as his cock becomes fully unsheathed. Jungkook lets out a series of low, warning clicks at your struggle, his clawed fingers digging into your shoulders as his arms keeps you caged you in. You look down in horror as you feel him resume his grinding against your clothed sex. It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before. His cock is slightly tapered at the tip, growing thicker down against the base. What you thought was just some misplaced curiosity is obviously more than that, because now, there’s no doubt in your mind that Jungkook’s plan is to fuck you. You ignore the pain as sharp claws dig into your skin, trying your best to twist out of his hold. Logically you know there’s no place for you to run to down here, and that was probably what he wanted all along. Still, your heart hammers painfully against your chest, urging you to at least try.

You don’t succeed in doing much more than twisting yourself over on your stomach, fingers clawing at the stone in an attempt to pull yourself away. You barely have time to process the hiss leaving Jungkook’s throat before the remaining fabric of your trousers are sliced clean in two, leaving you completely bare. The next roll of his hips sends his cock rubbing over your ass, your body trembling at the wetness that seems to be coating it. The scales on his hips are rough and sharp as they drag over your soft skin, and you don’t doubt they'll feel like tiny little razors if you move against them wrong. You’re still trying to drag yourself away when Jungkook’s arms comes under your body, one wrapping underneath your arm to hold the opposite shoulder, and the other curling around your stomach. The creature lets out another hiss at your squirming, pulling your flush against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, the steady rhythm such a contrast to the wild beat of your own as he once again moves against your body. The new position sends his cock gliding between your legs, the shaft rubbing along your folds and coating it with the same slick fluid you felt on your skin. You dig your fingers into the stone floor, but your body is locked up tight against Jungkook. There’s nowhere for you to go.

Jungkook lets out another warning noise before he rolls his hips forward again, the tapered tip of his cock catching on your entrance. You let out a strangled moan as Jungkook’s cock sinks into your heat, your walls stretching around him as he pushes in deeper. Your arousal from earlier combined with the wetness around the creature’s cock makes the slide painless aside from the uncomfortable burn of being filled too much, too fast. Jungkook’s excited thrill at finally being buried inside your heat rings in your ear from the close proximity, his tongue dipping out to flick across the sheen of sweat at your nape. The creature begins pulling his hips back, not giving you any time to adjust before he snaps them forward. You let out a choked moan as he fills you up again, vision growing hazy as he sets a brutal pace from the get go. You can feel the harsh slap of his hips against your ass with every thrust, Jungkook letting out a pleased hiss as he continues to slam into you. You can feel the tapered length twitching and pulsing inside of you as he moves, more wetness seeping out of his cock to mix with your own. Every thrust leaves you gasping for breath, and the hold Jungkook has around your body feels like you’re wrapped up in steel. You have no choice but to lay there and take it, but as the creature’s cock nudges over your sweet spot repeatedly, you realize to your own horror that you like it.

Lost in a daze of arousal and fear, you don’t even realize the creature has been moving the both of you backwards until you’re suddenly plunged into the cold water. You let out a startled gasp as Jungkook’s length disappears from your heat, and you thread the water forcefully to keep your head above the ripples as you try to figure out where the creature went. You feel his hands before you see him, claws wrapping around your waist as Jungkook pushes you against the ledge. You let out a pained groan as your back collides with the stone, your hands scrambling up to grip the edge of it. You freeze as Jungkook’s head slowly emerges from the water, those deep red eyes looking hungrier and wilder than you’ve ever seen before. It only takes a moment before you feel the creature’s chest pressed against yours, his cock slipping in even easier with the new position. It doesn’t take many thrusts before you’re forced to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself afloat, your arms shaking with the effort of keeping your head over water. Your fingers slip a little against the wet stone, your eyes widening as you seem to sink even further down on Jungkook’s cock. You’ve never been so full before, almost delirious as he picks up his pace. Jungkook’s hands are relentless as they glide over your skin, pinching and rubbing every part of your body.

“F-fuck,” You moan as your clit rubs against his tail, the roughness of the scales making a bolt of arousal shoot through your body. You don’t even realize your hips are moving against his as the tightness in your gut grows, the pressure building more and more until it suddenly unravels, waves of pleasure ripping through your body and making you see stars as you come on Jungkook’s cock. The creature lets out something close to a growl as your walls clamp down around him, and he fucks you straight through your orgasm and into oversensitivity with an animalistic pace. You whine as Jungkook’s cock begin to swell, grow, his hands stilling on your hips to pull you flush against him as he comes. He lets out a pleased chirp as the burning hot come floods your insides, a broken moan escaping your lips as Jungkook slows down the harsh pace. It’s done, you think, relieved. He’ll probably leave you alone now. So it confuses you when Jungkook’s eyes slide shut, soft clicks leaving his lips as he pushes you even harder against the stone behind you. He’s still working his hips in and out of your heat, and you realize that even though he just came, his cock is still hard and growing, still stretching your walls.

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you feel something moving up Jungkook’s cock, a firm but soft sphere spurting from the tip and into you. It takes a second for your hazy mind to connect the dots, and you realize a little too late that the creature is laying eggs. Inside of you. Jungkook is breeding you. You desperately try to push against his chest as you feel the second egg travel up his cock, but Jungkook only tugs you closer, tucking his face into the crook of your neck as his chest rumbles. You stifle back a moan as the second egg joins the first, the foreign texture brushing along your sensitive walls. The creature purrs as he released another spurt of eggs, slowly grinding his cock back and fourth as he breeds you. You cling on to the ledge behind you, disgust and pleasure wracking through your body as another egg joins the rest. A deeper click, something almost close to a groan, falls from Jungkook’s lips as he forces the last egg into your tight heat. Your eyes nearly roll back as you feel his cock nudge against your cervix; Jungkook’s slow pace fucking the eggs around inside of you. If you thought you felt full before, it’s nothing compared to being stuffed to the brim with Jungkook’s thick cock, eggs and come.

You can feel Jungkook’s breath ghost across your exposed wet skin, the harsh puffs of air sending chills down your back. Your hands finally slip from the ledge, too exhausted to keep you up anymore. Before you can wrap your shaking arms around Jungkook’s shoulders, the creature suddenly detangles you from his body, quickly hoisting you back up on the ledge. You let out shaky moan Jungkook’s cock once again slips from your heat, your body feeling surprisingly empty despite the eggs still resting inside of you.

“Shit,” You hiss as you strain to push yourself up on your elbows, gliding a hand down to your stomach. You can feel them inside of you when you press down, little bumps gliding around under your fingertips. Panic builds under your skin – you have to get them out. There has to be a reason you’ve never heard of creatures like Jungkook before. You doubt you're compatible to carry his eggs, and you don’t even know what will happen once they begin to grow. And even if you were, it’s not like you want them. Just as your hand is about to slip down to your slick folds, Jungkook hoists himself up from the water, once again covering your body. He snatches your hand away with a series of threatening clicks, barring his sharp teeth as he lies down on top of you. You twist your head with a fearful whimper as Jungkook pushes your hand into his hair instead, the weight of his body not totally crushing, but still enough to make you feel lightheaded.

You squeeze down around the eggs without meaning do, bile rising in your throat as they catch on your entrance, too big to push out without any help. Your eyes land on the crimson shell and pearl pushed over to the side of the cave. Your chest feels tight as it dawns on you that while the shell were likely a courting offer; the pearl must’ve been a mating offer. And you had accepted both. Your eyes begin to sting as you feel Jungkook’s chest rumble against yours, the pleased purrs making you feel sick. You hesitantly shift your gaze back to him, curling your fingers painfully tight into the wet locks underneath your palm as you find those deep red eyes already staring back at you. A twisted rendition of a smile blooms on his face, the rows of sharp teeth glistening as he looks down at you. The message in his gaze is clear – you’re keeping the eggs.

And there’s no way he’s letting you go.

a/n: oh boy. hopefully only those of you that were okay with the warnings made it this far. because i know i’ll get questions: jk fertilized his own eggs when he bred y/n, and y/n will basically serve as an incubator (poor girl lmao) for a while. she’ll push the eggs out eventually and then the eggs will hatch on their own. and no – i have no plans of doing jk’s pov any time soon, and it’s up to you to imagine y/n’s fate. anyway!! i hope you uhh, enjoyed this! and thank you for all the love and support for this mini series, it means a lot to me! as always, see you all soon and stay safe! and in case you enjoy my stories and want to buy me a coffee, you can do so here! 💖

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glassheartjukebox · 4 years ago

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the art of obliviousness

feat. ushijima

a/n: aoba johsai, specifically makki, being a good friend! makes! my! heart! go! ba boom! reblogs are always appreciated. find the rest of the soulmate au special here

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6 fucking tallies. the marks on your arm mocked you, letting you know the opportunity to meet your twin flame slipped through your fingers like sand over and over and over again.

III

excitement overwhelmed your body when you stripped down after a long day and noticed the first three marks on your forearm. most people didn’t meet their soulmate on the first pass (or in your case, three passes in one day), but this meant he was definitely in miyagi.

to makki:my tallies showed up !!!

to makki: [image attachment]

From makki: aye thats great

from makki: watch it be the obnoxious johzenji guy who wouldnt take a hint

to makki: why would you wish that on me

to makki: best friend card = revoked

from makki: be still my beating heart.

from makki: you’ve wounded me

you giggled lightly, reminiscing on the events of the day

the volleyball tournament was brutal. aoba johsai lost their chance to go to nationals. your throat was raw from screaming and cheering for them. nonetheless, you were proud of your boys. oikawa put in his all, iwaizumi was blossoming into a great future ace, and makki and mattsun’s blocks were immaculate. you were sure by the next tournament they could destroy shiratorizawa.

transferring to aoba johsai in your second year and meeting makki changed your life for the better. he’d roped you into managing their rowdy team. you had to admit, the other volleyball teams were… intimidating. the tall guys from the other teams towered over almost everyone and walked around with stern looks on their faces. even worse were the guys that hit on you despite your obvious manager uniform (iwaizumi helped you to fend them off). the most physically imposing team by far was shiratorizawa. their stony faced ace and crackhead-esque middle blocker were jarring to say the least. but at least they were professional and polite to you. (expressing the sentiment earned you the privilege of dealing with a pouty oikawa).

your first tournament was a whirlwind. you had barely registered anything other than encouraging your boys. it was all so intense. checking your arm for tally marks wasn’t exactly your priority, especially with your tracksuit jacket on. consequently, you weren’t too discouraged by the three marks glaring back at you from your arms. you would find him eventually

IIII

the first tournament of your third year had commenced and the pressure was on. oikawa’s intensity was enough to make you want to tear your hair out. he was now not only determined to beat his long time rival ushijima, but some random underclassman setter from karasuno. nonetheless, makki had your back and reminded you to occasionally check your arms for tally marks in case your soulmate was once again in attendance. thus far, the stubborn three marks glared back on you. soon enough, your manager duties consumed you. you held iwaizumi back from killing oikawa in front of his beloved fan club. as soon as oikawa and yahaba eyed kiyoko, karasuno’s manager, you grabbed the back of their jerseys.

“don’t even fucking think about it,” you gave them both a stern look.

“but why-” oikawa started to whine and you cut him off. “think about how angry you get when someone bothers me. give her the same respect.”

both boys sulked off, dejected. iwaizumi clapped you on the shoulder and gave you an appreciative smile.

the match between karasuno and aoba johsai was absolutely brutal. the neck and neck competition had you sweating from the sidelines, watching the teams barely hold their composure. when the short redhead’s spike got blocked and aoba johsai got the winning point, your body moved on its own. you ran straight over the boys, hugging them as tightly as you could.

a shiver ran through your body and your hairs stood on end. it felt like someone was watching you. glancing over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of someone in a purple tracksuit leaving the stands. you shook your head at your paranoia. of course you were being watched, you were standing on the court with the winning team.

after the match, the team was eating and taking bathroom breaks. during a rare moment of solitude between you and makki, you leaned over and whispered, “do you really think he's here?”

He looked back at you and rolled his eyes, “only one way to tell,” gesturing to your right arm. letting out a deep breath, you slipped off your jacket. the tallies had climbed from three to four. makki grinned at you.

“have i mentioned how much i hate this soulmate system?” you huffed. makki simply ruffled your hair.

IIIII

somehow, the aftermath of the match was even more hectic than the match itself. you had so much paperwork to sort out, so many water bottles to fill, and a large group of boys who you had to babysit. that’s how you found yourself briskly walking through the halls of the stadium, praying no one would bother you. the seven full water bottles and stack of paper teetering in your arms were incredibly heavy. if someone came over to make idle chat with you, you decided you would bark at them. your patience was fraying from your own anxiety over the coming matches. of course, there was a wall of purple jacket adorned jocks crowded around right where you needed to walk.

your annoyance completely masked your judgement and you walked right through them, muttering very blunt “excuse me’s” the whole way through. You finally emerged from the large group of guys when your brushed shoulders with someone, effectively causing you to drop everything in your arms.

“fuck,” you muttered, dropping to your knees and trying desperately to pick up all the papers and bottles littered around your feet.

a large figure appeared next to you on the floor.

“im sorry, that was my fault,” a deep voice rumbled from next to you, causing you to jolt. a calloused hand brushed over your own, handing you a messily gathered stack of papers. you looked up and made eye contact with shiratorizawa’s illustrious captain. You were overcome with embarrassment.

“thank you,” you said quietly before quickly making your escape. upon returning to your team, oikawa immediately noticed how flustered you were.

‘oh manger-chan, what got blushing?” your patience was entirely gone, as you shoved the papers into oikawa’s hands and put down the water bottles.

“im going to the bathroom” you growled, glaring at oikawa. as you stomped away, you heard iwaizumi smack the back of oikawa’s head and scold him.

you splashed your face with cold water, overwhelmed. the pressure of manager duties mixed with your lack of professionalism in your interaction with ushijima had you feeling inadequate. your desperation about finding your soulmate clouded your judegment. you knew full well this might be your last chance to find him for a long time. if he was a third year, he likely would not be at the spring tournament. composing yourself, you stood straight and pieced together your put together facade. outside of the bathroom, makki was waiting you.

“spill. what happened.” a looked at you with masked concern. you explained the past ten minutes to him and expressed your worries.

“the team appreciates you, you know. i dont know what they would do without you. and if you dont meet him today, fate will bring you together. likely sooner rather than later.” makki said as he pulled you into a hug.

“really? sooner rather than later? what is that supposed to mean?” you snorted. makki only responded with another pointed look at your arm.

“are you fucking kidding me? i missed him again?” you grumbled.

“dont worry your pretty little head about it,” makki gave you a knowing smirk. what the hell was that supposed to mean?

IIIIII

6 fucking tallies. the marks on your arm mocked you, letting you know the opportunity to meet your twin flame slipped through your fingers like sand over and over and over again. your frustration had built and you found yourself crying with the rest of them after their loss to shiratorizawa. the third years vowed to stay for the spring inter high tournament, and you let out a sigh of relief. you had one more tournament with your boys. fuck a romantic soulmate. you had your platonic ones right here.

you all slowly exited the gym and you once again retreated to the bathroom, freshening up and removing your jacket. you were far too sweaty from anxiety and hugging the boys.

you looked down at the six tallies, resigned. it was whatever. shit happens.

you were met with both makki and mattsun whispering when you exited. you raised your brow, suspicious of the plotting best friends.

“y/n! come on, we’re going for a walk before we have to get on the bus,” makki softly smiled, clearly exhausted.

“i’ll hold your jacket,” matsukawa piped up, taking it from your arms. you three walked through the halls, idly chatting to distract yourselves from the somber feeling in your chests. rounding the corner, you stiffened. at the start of the secluded hallway stood shiratorizawa. the two boys on either side of you were strangly calm, as if they knew this would happen

“let’s take another route,” you suggested, wanting to save them from the exasperation of passing the winning team.

“it’s fine y/n,” makki smiled at you, gripping your arm. as you passed shiratorizawa, his grip became damn near painful.

“ow makki what the fuck-“ you started looking down to rub at the now sore skin on your arm. you froze. IIIIIII. it stared back at you, mocking you. you turned around and walked by the group of boys again, staring at your arm. another tally appeared.

IIIIIIII

you glanced between your arm and the boys, clearly panicked. makki and mattsun watched from a distance, slightly amused by your reaction. however, their eyes were not the only one on you. the “guess monster” had quickly figured out why you were pacing by them, staring intently at your arm. he counted eight marks. he subtly glanced at his teammates forearms, earning some confused looks. wakatoshi, ever clueless, had completely missed the marks building up on his arm.

tendou grabbed him and rubbed at his forearm.

“tendou, what do you need,” his voice tapered off as he noticed the marks. with tendou’s obvious looks between him and the pretty girl standing on the other side of the hallway, he quickly realized what was happening.

internally you were freaking out. how the fuck were you supposed to know which one of the 10+ boys standing in front you were your soulmate? should you just walk up and ask?

you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice the tall man approach you until he was looming over you.

“may i see your arm?” for the second time today, ushijima startled you. without thinking you held it out. his strong hands grazed tallies on your arm. to your surprise he leaned down and placed a kiss on the marks adorning your skin and glanced back at you with a soft look in his eyes.

“hello, i’m ushijima. i never caught your name.”

“it’s y/n,” you breathed out, relieved. then it hit you.

“oikawa is going to kill me!” you squealed. ushijima looked back at you quizzically, “why does it matter so much?”

“you two are rivals,” the exasperation was clear in your voice. ushijima just responded by knitting his eyebrows together, clearly not understanding why this had you distraught. “you don’t have to deal with him pouting and being a brat over this, i do,” you said with wide eyes. ushijima just chuckled at you. he took out his phone and handed it to you, “put your number in, i want to see my soulmate again soon,” he paused, then added, “you could come to our celebratory dinner with us.”

you looked at him incredulously, then gestured to your uniform. he simply squeezed your hand and pulled you into a surprisingly firm hug. leaning down so his lips were level with your ear, he whispered, “oikawa is going to have to cope with this. i don’t want to lose you. what are you doing tonight?”

“after i spend time with my team? nothing as far as i know,” you answered honestly.

“meet me at the park, i want to get to know you,” he stated bluntly. ushijima was full of rough edges and unending honesty. for the third time today, he had you flushing. you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

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sabine-leo · 6 years ago

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Dreadful Silence

Author: @sabine-leo

Rated: M

Genre: Angst, Insecurity, Hurt / Comfort, Humor and Fluff

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston / You

Part: 1/?

Summary: After an illness your brain experienced a trauma which caused it to lose the ability to speak out loud what you want to say. To get back on your feet after months in the hospital and secluding yourself from the world takes a big amount of courage and strength. Gladly there are helping hands… those of your friends…and handsome strangers

Trigger warning: Ilness, speechlessness, Aphasia

Note: This idea was in my head for a while. I needed to get it onto paper. Please let me know what you think about it and if you like me to continiue to explore it.

Dreadful Silence ~ Part 1

This was hard for you. Why did you agree to this? You weren’t ready, not nearly.

Maybe you could just hide out in the storage room and be helpful assorting the shelves. Your best friend Julia had meant no harm, but after your illness and the by product that you lost most of your speech you were living some what secluded. It had taken you time to get on your feet again after the encephalitis had knocked you down and flipped your life in a direction you never had guessed. Waking up in a hospital after you dropped like a stone on a night out in front of your friends you couldn´t articulate. Only murmurs and gasps had left your mouth. The panic attack that had followed required the doctors to slightly sedate you again. Weeks of treatments and therapy had followed.

Learning sign language hat been part of the therapy. You could formulate some words, but were very, very slow and it disturbed you so much that you stopped trying in front of other people. The looks on most peoples faces hurt you so much that you didn´t want to interact with anybody then your close friends any longer. 5 months had passed that way and your friends had enough of it.

Julia owned a little store in the city and couldn´t afford a full time help if she wanted to make at least a bit money out of it. She sold flowers, little trinkets and artwork she made herself. Julia was very talented and until somebody noticed that she had to make do with this little shop of hers. She was in desperate need of some help and you wanted to help her, but felt overwhelmed after 7 months of being in a hospital and mostly by yourself.

“Mondays are slow, don´t worry this will be fine…and we need to get you out of your flat for a while. It´s time to live again.” She smiled at you and opened up her shop. “You could start helping me to get the flowers out, maybe do one of your sweet arrangements for the window?!” You nodded, that would be ok. “I..i iiii” you started “….no..” it really stressed you out being that slow. You knew exactly what you wanted to say but just couldn´t get the words out! “….people..” You sighed and signed the sentence you wanted to say again:

I don´t want to interact with people, I´ll will help you out as good as I can but please don´t make me talk in front of others.

Julia hugged you once “I won´t, but you need to be amongst people again, let us help you (Y/N) we can´t take your seclusion any longer. It hurts us too you know…”

Julia always was the honest one, she said what she was thinking and gave it to you straight if she thought you were in need of it. Before the illness you had been a fun-loving, outgoing person who loved to go to the movies or theatres or just enjoyed a night out with friends. Hell, you even acted in a little play yourself once. You hadn´t had trouble being alone and read a good book, but you loved to be around your friends. That had changed so much so, that you knew that Julia was right. You were hurting the people who had been there for you, who´d learned to sign too, just to help you study it. A big lump formed in your throat and your ears teared up.

I´m sorry I hurt you, I lost the ground under my feet

“You don´t have to apologize, just try to get back to us. We don´t need you to speak…But your spirit is missing, we want you back sweetheart!” Julia kissed your cheek and smiled teary herself.

“Now let´s get to work after this little heart to heart.” Laughing breathless you nodded and rubbed your eyes dry. You owed it to them to try harder…you owed it to your self to get back on your feet.

The Doctors said that with training and time you would get your speech back. The part of your brain wasn´t damaged for good, it just had some kind of trauma thanks to that bacteria, but it would take constant training and another couple of months’ time to get it up and running again.

If you hadn´t been that frustrated with yourself you probably would be further along the road to recovery. Shit, you really had let yourself down on that. This had to change.

You just prayed that you´d find the courage to get up again.

2 weeks after your heart to heart with Julia you had found pleasure in helping her in her shop. She was so talented, when you had done all things required you just watched in awe when she created her art in her little workshop in the back. At the moment she was giving an old lamp a new shade out of sea glass and mosaic-stones.

Hearing the shop door open she pleaded you with her eyes to go take a look because she couldn´t stop her work right now. You nodded and took the next step on your long staircase of recovery.

A man was standing inside the shop and looking around with fascination. He saw you and turned to you. His face was fairly familiar somehow but you couldn´t put a name to it. His smile was handsome and charming. “Hello, I am in need of some flowers for my mother’s birthday. I saw the arrangement in the window. Please tell me it is for sale, it looks stunning.” You smiled and nodded. Going over to the window to get the flowers out he followed you with his gaze.

“Could you make another one like this just with tulips and marguerites?”

Again, you nod and the man looked at you with interest. Julia came through the door and stopped dead in her tracks. “Tom Hiddleston, oh god!” Tom laughed softly and greeted Julia. You just stared at him for a moment. NOW you could put a name to him. You saw him in a play last summer and were fascinated by his talent to make you feel SO many feelings at once and totally engage with what was happening on stage.

Julia shook out of her dazed state and said.

“I see (Y/N) already got the flowers for you, are you in need of something else?” Tom smiled and came over to the workplace where you started do arrange the Tulips and the Marguerites for him. “No, I asked …(Y/N) … to do another one of those beautiful arrangements already. Your shop is quite stunning.” He looked around again.

In that moment Julia came to you and said softly “If you need my help I´ll be there, but please….try!”

Out of all people she wanted you to start with HIM? You started to sign.

You can´t be serious…I can´t do that on my own

Julia grinned and shrugged her shoulders. “Jump in on the deep end Girl!”

“Mr. Hiddleston…” she started.

“Just Tom…” he smiled and had seen you sign out of the corner of his eyes.

“…Tom… I need to go back to my project in the workshop, (Y/N) will finish your request and help you with everything else you need. Thank you for choosing my little shop.”

“My pleasure, you have great art in here.” Julia went back to the workshop, even though she should drop dead any minute by the daggers you had thrown at her with your glare.

Tom leaned a little on the counter you were working on.

“My mother will love the flowers, you saved me from running around town in search of a present.” You laughed a little and looked up into his eyes. They were as blue as the forget-me-nots you had put in between the white tulips and marguerites. He didn´t ask for them but it would give the arrangement a special touch.

“I´m sorry to say that I can´t sign more than… Thank you…” He signed the Thank you while he spoke.

This was taking all your courage but you needed to be brave to get over the last months.

Slowly you started to sign and tried to explain what you meant with other signs. Oh my, that was confusing yourself. Would he get it?

I “I…so you” Tom translated for himself

hear “hear?” you nodded

you “You …I mean me.” He grinned.

just fine. “fine?... You hear me fine?”

You nodded and he laughed as if he had won a price.

“Splendid, so I need to get a hang of this… or you could write down what you want to say to me and we should be good.” He winked at you.

A laugh escaped you and you truly smiled for the first time in weeks.

Tom watched you smile and thought that you looked striking. So sweet and lovely that he would like to see you smile more often. He was on a schedule today, but this shop would definitely see him again. And he hoped that you were in it when it happened.

Finishing up his order and putting the money in the cashier you smiled at him and signed Thank you

Tom grinned and said “Oh, I have to thank you. I hope to see you again soon!” He left and waved at you through the window.

Julia came out the next second hugging you with a squeal “You did it!!!”

You nudged her shoulder and glared at her but grinned the next second.

“You loved him on stage last summer, and it seems like he took an interest in you too just now.”

Don´t be silly, he wanted the flowers

Julia laughed and shook her head. “I don´t know sweetie, looked different to me”

He was nice, I give you that…thanks for making me do it

Julia hugged you again and smiled

“No thanks needed, I´m the one who gets her friend back little by little!”

After another week you and Julia came to a silent understanding. You helped her in her shop 3 days a week and went to therapy again. She had given you the kick in your behind you needed to give it another try. It was exhausting and frustrating but you promised to do better this time around.

The next Friday you went to a nearby coffeeshop to get something for Julia and yourself. It was a goal you had set yourself and tried to see it through. You had written down your order prior to hand it to the barista when you got asked what you wanted. It went better then you thought and soon you were on your way back to the shop. Just in time to see Tom opening the door to go in.

At first you wanted to stop and wait till he was done, but then Julia´s coffee would probably be cold.

You mustered another surge of courage and went in. Tom turned from his conversation with Julia and a big smile appeared on his face as he recognized you.

You waved at him as he greeted you remembering your name. Julia took the coffee and the cake she had asked for and brought it to her workshop.

“I don´t need flowers today, I wanted to buy this lamp for my sister…” You nodded and wanted to get it for him but he stopped you. “…and…” he ruffled his hair. “I wanted to ask you if you would like to grab a coffee with me, but you have one already.” He smiled sheepish as Julia came back and took your beaker and said “This was for me too, go ahead and treat her to that coffee, I wanted to close for lunchbreak anyways.”

You stared at your friend, but Tom wanted your attention again. “That means if you are willing...” he smiled such a handsome smile that you nodded without thinking about it again.

“Great, let´s go then.” He offered you his arm and grinned. You took it hesitantly but started to walk.

He walked into the park with you and said “The mobile Coffeeshop here has great coffee or cocoa.”

Finding a spot on the grass he sat opposite of you and smiled.

“Try me, I tried to learn the sign language the last 2 weeks. Tell me what you want to drink.”

You shook your head in astonishment and started to sign slowly.

Cocoa with cream on top

“Cola with cream on top? No that can´t be right!” he laughed and you signed again with a smile on your face. “Ahhh cocoa with cream on top, that makes more sense!”

You nodded and laughed a little. That was one of the successes the last weeks. Laughing sounded normal and was easy for you. “Just a second…don´t run away!” he jumped up and went to order the beverages. You took the time to look at him. He was handsome, tall, lean and his smile was a smile that reached his eyes and pulled you in. With his hands in his pockets he waited for his order and looked at you with said smile.

The park was not as busy as usual at lunchtime. The grass was warm and soft and the sun was out. London could be so beautiful in the summer. Sitting back down he handed you your drink and sat his down for a moment. “I´m glad you came…I was asking myself how I could possibly see you again without buying flowers for all the women in my family.” That made you laugh and he looked at you with interest. “May I ask why you can laugh with sound but don´t speak? I hope it´s not rude of me to be so forward.” You held up a hand in motion for him to wait a second.

Inside your little bag you had a tablet. Taking it out you started to write on it.

It´s ok for you to ask, you seem honestly interested not just curious what disability I might have. Actually it´s no disability at all, I had an illness. The bacteria caused a trauma to the side of my brain which is responsible for the speech. I can talk, just very, very slow..so I learned to sign instead. In time and with lots of training I hopefully will get my voice back.

Tom read it as you typed and said “So, I hope I get it right. You have no problem whatsoever to form the words in your head just a blockade to get them out caused by the trauma?!”

You nodded and wrote: It is called Aphasia

Tom looked at you and smiled a little. “Your laugh sounds lovely, I can only imagine what it had cost you to lose your voice. You are a very strong woman to be sitting here with me and telling me this after just meeting me once”

You snorted a little: I´m not as strong as you think, I needed a kick in the behind from Julia after secluding myself the last months.

Tom grinned after reading this.

“Sometimes we need friends who do that, challenge us to new heights, new experiences, new trials.”

Taking a moment to drink you actually relaxed around Tom. He was sweet and polite and wasn´t looking at you as a lot of other people did, but then again…you hadn´t tried to talk in front of him yet.

Tom leaned back on his elbows in the grass. He was a handsome man. His jawline cutting and with a sight stubble that made it even more sexy. But his eyes were the ones that pulled you in mostly.

Those blue orbs that seemed to have a way to look into someone’s soul with a single glance.

“So (Y/N), what experience would you like to set out to do after getting said kick?” Tom asked with a hint of a smile on his face. You had to think about that for a moment and wrote:

Before all this I loved to do lots of things, but now…I´m just starting to be a part of the world again. I can´t name you one specifically...Or maybe I can: Grabbing a coffee with a stranger in the park!

Tom laughed at that. “eheheh.. Sorry, where are my manners…” He sat up straight and held out his hand. “…May I introduce myself properly. My name is Thomas William Hiddleston but Tom would suffice. I´m very honoured to be in your lovely presence and enjoy this beautiful day with you.”

You took his hand and smiled at his chivalrousness. You didn´t know why but his gaze and that silly but lovely gesture just now made you do it.

“…..I….(Y/N)…”

Tom looked astound but then smiled a very big and very honest smile.

“Your voice is lovely (Y/N) thank you for letting me get a glimpse of it!”

He kissed the back of your hand and held on to it for a moment, seeing the overwhelmed look on your face after you realised what you´d done and how he reacted. His reaction was so honest and open, so interested and not even the slightest irritated or commiserating that you could only start to smile back at him. Tom squeezed your hand slightly and let go of it. He took your tablet and wrote a number down in the contact section.

“I´d love to be the one to accompany you on another challenging experience or just spent more time in your presence…It´s in your hands…you have my number now.” He leaned back again.

“But remember, I know where you work now!” He winked and made you laugh out loud.

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fey-and-sudden-and-unholy · 7 years ago

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Surveything

When was the last time you cleaned out a bath tub? About a week ago. I try to give it a quick scrub after I take a soak. Easier to do it that way. Have you ever had an encounter with the paranormal? A handful. Would you do your own surgery so keep yourself alive? (Ex. stitches) Considering that I’d prefer to remain alive for the time being, I’d certainly try, if it was the only way to keep things that way. Would you rather read poetry or write poetry? I think the one sort of naturally leads to the other, if you do it much... Have you ever had any really infected injuries? Once or twice.

Is racism for losers? To say the least. Have you ever gotten so discouraged with something that you gave up? Who hasn’t? Is there any band out there that you like every song by them? There are several. Do you prefer long surveys or short surveys? I like medium ones best.

Do people that are ungrateful for everything bother you? I suppose it would depend on the situation. If kind and decent people have gone out of their way to try to make a person happy and they can only be a dick in response, then yes, that would bother me. If unkind and hypocritical people are trying to use ungratefulness as a means of manipulating an abused party, I would congratulate the abused party on their lack of gratefulness and cheer for them to stay strong. Have you ever related yourself to a ‘fallen angel’? Certainly. Do you text people from a cell phone or from the internet? Phone, of course. Are you popular on any websites? I don’t think you could really say so. Have you ever cussed/swore in front of younger children? Probably. I don’t make it a habit of being around younger children, so I don’t remember any specific instances. If so, did they eventually imitate what you said? Don’t recall. If you ruled the world, what is the first law that you would make? All Nazis and their sympathizers would be submitted to strict re-education or banishment. We can start a moon colony for the ones who resist and forget to add oxygen. Do you have any friends that you almost always joke around with? Yeah, sure. Will you go to your high school reunion? I never look back, darling, it distracts from the now. :-P ( I don’t understand high school nostalgia, honestly. It wasn’t completely bad, and at least it was better than elementary school, but I pity anyone who peaked that early in their life. It’s just a blip in the life-radar.)

Have you ever beat up someone because they had different beliefs than you? No. Have you learned any new words today? No, not today. If your hair never got greasy again, would you still wash it? Probably not...? I mean, why spend the money on shampoo if you don’t need it? I’d probably need to keep conditioning it, though, since your hair kind of needs that “grease” and all. What was the last song you listened to? Beast - Mr. Hurricane Are you currently texting anyone right now? Not presently, no. If you could meet one famous person, who would it be? I would probably either become tongue-tied and faint, or jabber entirely the wrong thing, if confronted with any of the people I’d most want to meet, so... No thanks? I’m better appreciating from afar. Very far. When was the last time you played jump rope? Jeeze... ages ago. If you have ever jump roped, did you ever trip over the rope? Probably? Do you hate it when people look over your shoulder? Unless I’ve explicitly invited them to, gods yes! Do you give good advice? I certainly hope so... Would you rather help people or hurt people? Depends on the person. If your enemy lost almost everything, would you be willing to help them? If someone was bad enough for me to really consider them my enemy, probably not. It takes a lot for me to get that adamant about anyone. Mostly I just become indifferent to them. Have you ever prayed for your enemies? No. Do you lie in order to tell people what they want to hear? I have in times past. It can become a defense mechanism, when you’re around a lot of psychological/emotional abuse. (I’m sure the same can be said of physical.) Or are you honest and tell the truth, good or bad? That’s where I try to be, these days.

Would you consider yourself hypocritical? I don’t think anyone’s perfect, where that’s concerted. I don’t like hypocrisy, so I try very hard not to be. Are you addicted to any energy drinks? No, I tend to keep it down to like... a cup of caffeinated tea/coffee, a day, most of the time. Do you know anyone who had had a heart attack under 30 years of age? Yes. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you were never born? I used to wish for it fairly regularly. Something tragic just happened, does your facial expression show it? Probably not. It depends how personal the tragedy is. Currently are you relieved about something? I can breathe through my nose and have recovered my sense of taste. Are you angry about something? How about sad? There’s a lot about the world that makes me angry/sad, so that’s kind of a low-key, under-the-table always thing.

Who was the last person you offended? Who can say? This is Tumblr.

Do you feel sorry for kids who have celebrity parents? In some ways, yeah. They got lucky (theoretically), and there will probably be people who will be cruel and petty to them, and it won’t have anything to do with anything they’ve done or who they are as an individual. It’ll just be because they want to piss on the kid for having a (theoretically) good thing they don’t have. Is there something that you absolutely can’t wait for? Ireland! Also, having a day off. It’s been almost 2 weeks since my last one. If you could host your own talk show, would you do it? Not likely. Do you have a phone right next to you? Yup. If you were starving would you eat food out of a garbage can? If it didn’t look too terrible, yeah. Have you ever told anyone ‘get back, jack!’? (My Mom says that) LMAO, no... I may, now, though! Have you ever seen something you wanted in a store but didn’t have money? Who the hell hasn’t? If so, did you want to steal it or did you actually steal it? Iiii may have, in my early 20′s, once or twice. I had a lover, back then, who could (actually honestly literally) walk into a Best Buy and walk out with a couple dozen CDs he didn’t pay for all in one go, and he taught me a thing or two. (Because I am a dork, and always have been, I used to call him the Artful Dodger.) I had a job, though, so I never had reason to get into the habit. And I have a better job, now, so, I just... buy what I want and save for what I can’t afford, or forget about it if I consider it truly stupidly expensive.

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sundropblues · 5 years ago

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The dance to end it all

Okay so I have had this in mind for a while. I suck at writing but here goes.... Also I'm not a competitive dancer so I know NOTHING of dance comp. Have fun reading 😊

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Stepping onto the marble floor the young dancer decided this dance was not to her ex who cheated on her, nor to her parents who, in hindsight, weren't the kindest to her, nor to her 6th grade teacher who belittled her infront of her entire class, but to herself who fell for her parents kindness and gifts and let it happen again. To herself who forgave her ex and was still friends with him even after he hurt her. To herself who said whatever to the teachers advances although bad and harmful. She wouldnt let them see how broken she was. She would dance like her life depended on it. In a way it DID if she got the winning score she could get shipped off to Londons top dance school. Away from parents, ex's, and horrible teachers. All she had to do was land her final jump and she would make it. Then her ankle made a ‘pop’ sound. She was sure the judges hear it too. Although she was in pain she kept the hurt and anger in her mind and pushed through determined to finish her inspirational piece of art. Even during the pain she never let her tears fall. She was strong, she would show them, she kept telling herself.

After her dance was over and the round of applause was given she wobbled off and her coach and "honorary mother" met her at the egde and picked her up taking her over to the female paramedic on sight. She began to cry, not out of pain or the thought of her parents seeing her, but at the fear of her not being good enough and the possibility of her not winning. In the middle of the paramedics assessment she heard the announcer begin to call off scores of group dances. Being the second to last dancer she knew that it wouldnt be long now. She called her coach over and begged her to help her up to hear the scoring. At this plead the paramedic sighed and gave the dancer crutches, instructing her to come back after she won, and sent her off with a wink.

She began her slow journey to the edge of the stage as the announder called out for all of the solo dancers of the night. With her coaches and a fellow competitors assistance she made it to the line with the other dancers. Her coach stood behind her as she listened to the 3rd and second place winners. The dancer crossed her finger in anticipation and hopefulness. The dancers worked hard and she believe she'd worked the hardest, even during the dance.

The announcer started his usual anticiaption type spew "And the winner.... Of the official 2018 UDA competition iiiis......" When her name was called she dropped everything and fell to the ground in joy and pridefulness, avoiding her throbbing foot of course. She let her tears spill and her coach hugged her and handed her the envelope that sealed the deal. The one thing that she spent day and night practicing for and pray for finally came to her. Although she needed healing she would be sent off in two week. She would show them who she could be, who she would be, who she is. A strong warrior.

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stcrlikea · 8 years ago

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SUMMARY

in the beginning of civilization, the greek gods and goddesses thrived. the people worshiped them everyday and with each prayer, their power grew and grew and grew until they barely needed humans anymore. because of this, they grew arrogant and pushed the humans away. miracles stopped happening which caused prays to stop coming in. and yet, the gods did nothing. they believed that they no longer needed them.

it took several centuries before they became aware of their fatal mistake. several lesser gods began to fade from existence. with no prayers or worshipers, their powers dwindled down to nothing. even as this happened, the others payed no attention. most were too busy messing with mortals and pushing them even farther away to notice.

it wasn’t until amphitrite began to fade that the others began to take notice. a queen of one of the realms was dying.

every god was called back to olympus to discuss how they were going to fix this. how were they going to survive. years pass and they continue argue over it. it is only athena’s voice that stops an all out brawl between ares and hades.

❛ what if we weren’t gods anymore ? ❜

it takes decades before the plan can even be started. decades for them to gather their remaining power. decades to find the right mortals to implant themselves in. decades to erase their memories and start over again.

but, it isn’t the end. even without their memories, they begin to bump into each other. memories start to slip into their dreams. the former gods begin to die.

RULES

i. track the tag: v. the world has no use for the gods and follow everyone in the group ! ii. keep all of the drama ooc please ! all ic drama is hella welcome iii. everyone has got to be active ! iiii. no duplicate fcs unless discussed with other muns iv. everyone has got to interact with each other ! do not leave anyone out ! v. post biographies as soon as you can in the tag ! vi. THIS IS FIRST COME FIRST SERVE ! vii. biographies should include background , age and fc ! viii. the admins are bree and myself

THE APPLICATION: PLEASE SUBMIT TO EITHER BREE OR I

muses name & age: god/goddess: muns name/alias & age: muns timezone: muns skype: (just for the admins. this wont be posted it is just for the admins since there will be a skype groupchat)

MEMBERS & OPEN SPOTS UNDER THE CUT

MEMBERS:

persephone: @stcrlike bio hades: @scoundreled bio athena: @leagueremade bio ares: @bllurryfaced bio hera: @buildingfalls bio hermes: @foreruns bio ariadne: @xaedificare

OPEN SPOTS

zeus

poseidon

aphrodite

dionysus

hestia

demeter

apollo

artemis

hephaestus

nike

hecate

iris

nemesis

if there if a certain greek god/goddess you want just put it in the application !

#v. the world has no use for the gods #greek myth gv #〔 ✧ * GROUPVERSE. — the world has no use for the gods.◞ 〕

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FE: Revelation Randomised Chapter 11

(aka ‘we’ll get Nyx to promote yet, she just needs stronger enemies lm a o’)

weeee’re off to chapter 11! which I... kind of remember now?? idk

all i remember is the ones in the hoshido and nohr paths, not the revelation one hahahah;;;;;

anyway, enough dilly dallying

well, Scarlet, it’s a good thing you’re here to tell us that, hahah;;

how Fun

I already said many times Mary Sueing It

Now Scarlet you and I both know that’s not going to happen

i was wondering when the cut off text would rear its head again-

and, of course, we all know that Mokushu = Kotaro’s ugly ass

sure let’s just follow them...... yeah

i don’t see any darkness, hahah;;

ahdaufyagdyg

yeah..... sure looks like a maze hahah..... hah :’D

A M B U S H

I I could go and see who/what classes Saizo, Reina and Orochi are buuuut I’ll wait until I approach them >:3c

yep there’s Kotaro’s ugly ass

Corrin, that’s who :V

oh yeah, Kagero was captured- jeez man, just stop talkiiiiing

you said it, boi

Fuga no, stop that

oh, plot

oooh, there they arrrre

well we gotta get to them before they hog all the exp then hahah

K a d e n is R e i n a oooook th e n, wow

pls don’t hurt yourself, Kaden

that is indeed the saying, Kaze let’s mchecking do it

ah hECK I FORGOT THE SPIKES IN THIS MAP UAHFDIUAGFYGAU

oooOOOHHHH MAN what is it with randomiser chapters and starting off with crits lmao

gonna use that one dragon vein to clear the traps;;

Iiii’m also gonna shelter Oboro because I’m Paranoid

I’m glad I fielded Leo for this map, hahahah;;;

o h

there goes Subaki hhhHHHHHHhhh not sure if I can be bothered restarting, but I probably should;;

yyyyeah I will, brb

hhghhuu ok, so i think i’’m doing reasonably better this time, hahah

ooook we can talk to Rinkah so leeeet’s do thaaat

uhh, helping you, I guess

but we came along anyway, for the Fun

well i mean how else are you gonna believe us when we’re telling the truth? lmao

yay! how convenient!

heck yeah, she was

awwwww ye

aiight, let’s kick Kotaro’s ass and be done with it, then :V

awwww yeah sonn

let’s have a look at them all! :D let’s start with Rinkah

she’s a kitsune, niice nice her personal is Bloodthirst, which grants +4 to Str/Mag/Skill/Spd for a turn (which is.... pretty fitting, actually) and she also has RELIEF, so she can restore up to 20% hp if there are no units within 2 spaces, that’s hella raaaad

yikes she has like, 4 base defence tho, that’s Not Good;;; (Growth rates: HP - 45, Str - 40, Mag - 60, Skill - 30 Spd - 40, Lck - 55, Def - 10, Res - 55) (Heart Seal: Archer and Shrine Maiden)

aiight, anyway, let’s take a look at Niles

He’s a mercenary, coolio ......andhehasadaikon holyshit His personal is Bushido, so if he’s supported by a unit of the same or lower level then he gets Crit +10 and +2/-2 to damage dealt/taken sweet he... woah he also had Bold Stance so like, if I’m understanding it right, that means he’s always gonna follow up people’s attacks as if he was in the adjacent tile?? yooooo that’s so coooooool (after looking it up, it’s more like it’s essentially an awakening pair up, I think?? :o) (Growth rates: HP - 45, Str - 25, Mag - 15, Skill - 10, Spd - 40, Lck - 45, Def - 30, Res - 65) (Heart Seal: Cavalier and Wyvern Rider)

aaaand then we can take a look at Kaaaaden

oooh, he’s a Butler, coool we have another healer, I guess lmao he has Unmask as a personal, which grants +4 to damage dealt and crit +20 if the enemy is female :V he also has tRAMPLE so +5 damage dealt to unmounted enemies, and Axebreaker, so Hit/Avoid +50 if the enemy has an axe or club, sweeeeeeeet (Growth rates: HP - 15, Str - 45, Mag - 10, Skill - 0, Spd - 50, Lck - 20, Def - 45, Res - 10) (Heart Seal: Archer and Outlaw)

welp, anyway, we should get rid of this one before she causes trouble--

ah jeez, I really hate this map;;;;

and i need to be careful of that last archer too;;;

right time to get this one chest

ooOOOOO it was a master seal! :o Niiiice

I’m gonna pray to the rng gods that she hits them both;;;;; yaaaaaaas she diiiiiiid

ok I’m hoping that I’ll be able to get this kill with Nyx, because she needs the experience hahah;; but i need to soften him up first, I think :V

so let’s try this! :’D

uhh sure, ok lmao, Kotaro missed

wow, rude

oh my farore I think i think she just chuckled thats acutally kind of unnerving-

lessen of the day never act like Kotaro like, ever

it’s funny b/c she has a 100% hit rate-

ooook, so Kotaro’s still alive there is special dialogue in ‘saizo’ kills him buuut as I said i’m gonna give the kill to Nyx

... let’s use the broom >:3c

not anymore, BITCH aww, she was so close to levelling up;;;; oh well

Oboro again with the face;;;

oh, he’s also a kitsune;;;; so that’s... two lords whose retainers are the same class lmao

ehhh, not note really

yis

what a time for the ‘So much work!’ voice line from her, hahah

because that’s where the party’s at yo ... idk

yeah, that

give us the deets, yo

oh yeah, Cheve :V

shit man, it sure is

yyyep

aaaand that’s chapter 11!

i might know what the next chapter is, but who knows :V

anyway, let’s take a look at Fuga!

right, so his personal is also Perfect Pitch coolio :V he also has Rally Speed and Tactical Advice, which grants Hit +10 to attacking ally when he’s supporting them, nnnneat (Growth rates: HP - 30, Str - 20, Mag - 20, Skill - 65, Spd - 35, Lck - 60, Def - 0, Res - 30) (Heart Seal: Knight and Oni Savage)

also Iiii may or may not have just done those challenges that were available and Nyx is now level 20 >:3cc y’all know what that means it’s promotion time

awwww yeeaaaahhh soonnnn for the next chapter, she’s gonna have the Fujin Yumiiiiii >:3ccccc yis

#shadow plays randomised fates #fe fates #fe revelation #fe randomised #fe: fates #fe 14 #fire emblem fates

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